Liu Tang's eyes widened unwillingly, and he watched Zhao Sheng's back leave the cave, his eyes gradually lost their expression, and he finally froze.

At the moment of freezing, he heard a long flute.

"Woo..."

The sound of the flute is long and melodious, appearing abruptly in the mountains and forests, which is very strange.

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin stopped their footsteps suddenly and glanced at each other.

"San Shao...how do I have a bad feeling?"

"It's not just you, I also have!" Ling Luoyu turned and looked behind him.

In the middle of the night, in the silent mountains and forests, how can anyone have such a good leisure time, what kind of flute!

Moreover, after they left.

"San Young Master, aren't they here for us?" Feng Chenglin had already smelled a dangerous aura: "For example...the puppets!"

"How about it? Is it a farewell to us?"

These flutes should be related to the puppets, and also related to them.

"It's just... I don't know who will stop us with puppets!"

"Who else could it be that surnamed Liu? Didn't you see? That surname Liu is the boss of these people..."

"He won't do it!" Ling Luoyu shook his head slightly: "Because he knows that we know his secrets. Once we escaped without death, then his son and his current status will be in jeopardy! No Liu Tang. It would be so stupid that at this time, he would bring such a big enemy for himself!"

Unless he has a pit in his head, he believes that they are the people of the gods, in order to avoid revealing the matter, rather than killing them.

But if this were the case, he would have done it just now, instead of waiting until now!

Feng Chenglin curled his lips and looked around indifferently: "Then what shall we do? Should we leave immediately to avoid this trouble, or just wait here...waiting for those who do not die to come?"

"Of course I'm leaving, are you waiting here to make a gesture with others... You have that leisurely energy, I don't have that leisurely time yet!"

Ling Luo Yuyun turned around lightly and walked towards the barrier.

"However, if people are determined to keep us, we just want to leave. It is probably not that easy!"

Feng Chenglin carried Ling Luoyu on his back, looked behind him, and walked backwards: "I feel...tonight this matter is not easy! Because the sound of the flute seems to be getting closer and closer to us!"

Ling Luoyu stood up suddenly: "It's not that the sound of the flute is getting closer, but people... are getting closer and closer to us!"

Feng Chenglin turned around in shock. On their way, dozens of people crowded in front of them.

It's just that the distance is a little far away, and I can't see clearly.

However, judging from their standing figures, they are undoubtedly puppets.

"Damn, I said that after playing such a big flute, why didn't the puppet catch up with us? It turned out that it was because they wanted to stop us in front!"

Feng Chenglin rolled up his sleeves and smiled vigorously.

"I will let them know today, what is the power of a tiger after showing off..."

With a roar, he made a bold move, and the beast-like power burst out in that instant.

The moment he shot, the flute became sharp instantly.

The puppets that were originally standing like wood suddenly spread out, leaping like arrows, instantly surrounding Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin.

The few puppets who hadn't evaded in time were hit in the center by the beast-like power, and instantly fluttered like leaves, falling to the ground sinkingly.